"When you eat the leaves falling down" a touch of love in verse, an illusion to live, a desire to feel the word where love and hate get to caress and comfort th

As the autumn season sets in, Fletcher is very worried his beautiful tree has begun to loose all of its leaves. Whatever Fletcher attempts to do to save them, i

Come celebrate the magic of fall. The leaves are falling--count them all! (Can be sung to the tune of The ants go marching ...).

'This mix of genuine humility and hard-won hubris, of mysticism and technical mastery ... makes Van Morrison quite simply, and quite indisputably, "The Bard of

All the fall leaves have big plans to twist and twirl in the autum wind. But not Yellow Hickory. She's afraid. The other leaves laugh at her. But the wind has a